Cutthroat
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From the state where drunk driving is
considered a sport, comes a true story from near
Billings, Montana.
Recently a routine police patrol parked
outside a local neighborhood tavern. Late in
the evening the officer noticed a man leaving
the bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk.
The man stumbled around the parking lot for a
few minutes, with the officer quietly
observing. After what seemed an eternity and
trying his keys on five vehicles, the man
managed to find his car which he fell into.
He was there for a few minutes as a number
of other patrons left the bar and drove off.
Finally he started the car, switched the
wipers on and off (it was a fine dry night)
flicked the blinkers on, then off, honked
the horn and then switched on the lights.
He moved the vehicle forward a few inches,
reversed a little and then remained still for
a few more minutes as some more vehicles
left. At last he pulled out of the parking lot
and started to drive slowly down the road.
The police officer, having patiently waited
all this time, now started up the patrol
car, put on the flashing lights, promptly
pulled the man over and carried out a
breathalyzer test. To his amazement the
breathalyzer indicated no evidence of the
man having consumed alcohol at all!
Dumbfounded, the officer said "I'll have to
ask you to accompany me to the police
station this breathalyzer equipment must be
broken."
"I doubt it," said the man, "Tonight I'm the
designated decoy."
Enjoy,
Chris
considered a sport, comes a true story from near
Billings, Montana.
Recently a routine police patrol parked
outside a local neighborhood tavern. Late in
the evening the officer noticed a man leaving
the bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk.
The man stumbled around the parking lot for a
few minutes, with the officer quietly
observing. After what seemed an eternity and
trying his keys on five vehicles, the man
managed to find his car which he fell into.
He was there for a few minutes as a number
of other patrons left the bar and drove off.
Finally he started the car, switched the
wipers on and off (it was a fine dry night)
flicked the blinkers on, then off, honked
the horn and then switched on the lights.
He moved the vehicle forward a few inches,
reversed a little and then remained still for
a few more minutes as some more vehicles
left. At last he pulled out of the parking lot
and started to drive slowly down the road.
The police officer, having patiently waited
all this time, now started up the patrol
car, put on the flashing lights, promptly
pulled the man over and carried out a
breathalyzer test. To his amazement the
breathalyzer indicated no evidence of the
man having consumed alcohol at all!
Dumbfounded, the officer said "I'll have to
ask you to accompany me to the police
station this breathalyzer equipment must be
broken."
"I doubt it," said the man, "Tonight I'm the
designated decoy."
Enjoy,
Chris
